poetry

stolen and broken

stolen and broken we gather in our glasses iron and wine to forget the day to forget the common bitter to last numb and numbing pain I fly on cloudless days drinking freely like a river unto the sea a state of disrepair like slurring advice to fight...

moon and sun

brand new moon and sun to betray me to trick me to try again this old fault of a new day such promise in the darkness I count cleaning slates and washing yesterday's wounds out and telling myself this day will be different all the epiphany's will...

Baby poem 7

  My love for you has grown and grown,   As you have grown and grown inside my womb,   It’s unconditional and will always be there,   I will always be finding new ways to show you how much I care,   Because you are going to...

Lust

      My eyes dance through the forests   Of people. Whom each are judged by me,   No. No. No. No. Wait, yes I have finally   You in between two willows, you are mine.       I slither towards you, my eyes locked...

Floating

  Floating   My thoughts come in waves   Crashing through my skull,   Beating me up from the inside,   Disorienting and painful       I am a zombie, stumbling   Through my days silently,   Wishing for...

Life

  What is the meaning of a blank page,   On which my ink has yet to corrupt?   If I do not dare write a single word   Will that exempt my pages from   Ever being written on again?       Can others force their ink...

manic

A freedom she needs me to breathe to let her fall apart like days on a wire she's manic in her method to the world in the method to herself trusting and distrusting the mind brave and sore inches and metres worn and I am silent and drifting pieces on...

in these walls

in these walls I breathe a capture and a thief waiting time stealing time pieces hidden in complex asking to uncover to dissect the human frailty my need to explain to fall apart to tie loose endings to the rope and jump and in the end the explanation...